Sometimes I think it would have been
easier for me to die
together with my parents than
to have been surrendered by
them to survive alone
Sometimes it does not seem that they
spared me the hardest Jewish fate
since by sending me away
they burdened me and cast me out
and none suggested I should stay
When the Jews were branded there
was one number meant for me
that another had to bear
my perennial agony
is the brunt of my despair
Sometimes I feel I am a ghost
adrift without identity
what as a child I valued most
for ever has escaped from me
I have been cast out and am lost